“Everything looks different in the daytime,” he complained. “I think I came this way, but I’m not sure.”
“Give up already?” Fred teased.
“Not on your life.”
“The ravine is just ahead,” said Mr. Hatfield. “It extends for the entire distance of the park preserve though.”
Presently, the Cubs emerged from the trees to find themselves on a great limestone rock overlooking a deep gash in the earth.
In either direction, as far as they could see, stretched the shadowy ravine. At the bottom, a tiny stream of clear water rippled and foamed over the rocks.
Opposite the Cubs, the cliff walls rose somber but entirely blank.
“Where’s your big face, Red?” Brad demanded.
“I must have come out at the wrong place,” Red mumbled. “It should be here, or somewhere close.”
“Not even a trace of a bon-fire,” remarked Chips. “I guess this proves who was right, Red.”